296 WHALING AND BEAR-HUNTING 



a wave that size would do a great deal of damage. In the 

 north I expect this is due to the greater density of the water 

 owing to its lower temperature. 



. . . Gale all night, falling in morning, leaving an 

 abominable swell. 



Sight land through mist, rain, heavy swell, everyone very 

 tired of life. Trying to make out where we have got to. 



Made this jotting in night. It is not elaborate, but I think it 

 expresses a certain amount of movement. 



And this is a single-line description of the appearance of 

 Norway as you approach it over the swell. A one-line 



drawing of swell 

 and mountain-tops. 

 Why make two 

 lines when one is 

 enough ? 



In Tuglosund, the 

 north entrance to 

 Tromso fiord, we find stillness and twilight. 



On this sad occasion, 9th of August, we have again to light 

 the midnight oil, or put it down " candle," in my cabin 

 midnight sun versus candle, and the candle wins. There is 

 absolute stillness, not a sound in the fiord but the gentle 

 throb of our engine. 

 How sad it is to lose the light. 



It is almost incredible, the tranquillity of the dead- still 

 water as we lie at anchor fishing cod breathless stillness, 

 so quiet one does not know how to go to sleep, no more 

 bracing of limbs now against the side of the bunk to steady 

 one's restless slumbers. 



